The Projector Is Ripping Your History

Monday, February 21, 2011

What was the name...?

There are no sentimental breakthroughs in Kore-eda’s day in the life—and the flash-forward epilogue implies that they don’t exist in life, period. In this family, people and relationships don’t change in any fundamental sense; avoidance prevails over confrontation. Some might simply chalk this up to Japanese decorum, but it has at least as much to do with Kore-eda’s gimlet-eyed appraisal of how hurts and grievances play out in most families, whatever the culture: silently and subcutaneously, in coded words and actions. But while Kore-eda grants his characters no epiphanies, he allows them pangs of regret and moments of dawning awareness.
Keith Montesano at 9:58 PM
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Keith Montesano
I'm the author of three books of poetry: Ghost Lights (Dream Horse Press, 2010), Scoring the Silent Film (Dream Horse Press, 2013), and Housefire Elegies (Gold Wake Press, 2017) Other poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Hayden’s Ferry Review, American Literary Review, Third Coast, Ninth Letter, Quarterly West, Blackbird, and elsewhere. I recently earned a PhD in English and creative writing from Binghamton University. Contact me @ kwmontesano [at] gmail [dot] com.
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